Sky Fall into Sticks

(1)

3 hours after midnight

not caring about the absence of sleep

on a bare mattress left behind

in a room with the ceiling blown off

from when they struck nightly raids

the weather staying the same

a forever stillness waiting

for bombs to fall again and again.

(2)

Pretending candles floating in the air

sweet scents of yesterday

when all was good

seemingly

our kiss-locks squeezing into ecstasy

glowing with no fear

a gift of confidence

with chains quietly attaching.

(3)

Now a prisoner left to rot

drunk with nostrils baked with smoke

college stoned years ago

ego believing

truth expanding

since that’s all there is

on the beginner’s level

which I will rise above when my wings grow.

(4)

Chest hurting

aligning with my backbone

headaches from bubbles in the brain

memories of child and teenage

wet rags on hilltops of rage

dripping down between my legs

consciousness welling into inner storms

capable of winning wars.

(5)

I kick my feet up and out

with a snarl

ready to fight

storm clouds making a fuss above

but I am now

not afraid

out into the world

biting off the head of the snake!